Monday, October 8, 2007

The Early Morning

Good Morning, Friends.

As you know I have been getting up early (5:30am), because Parker started coming on day shift. I have always enjoyed getting up early, and know I remember why. I love to beat the sun up. LOL. Well, that's not the only reason.

This morning, I got up at 5:30 am and first and foremost I made my bed. I got dressed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Next, I walked around my house loving the fact that I straighten it at night. I lit my candles (one on the stove and one on the coffee table.) I love for my home to be smelling like Black Cherry early in the morning. It's such a nice fragrance. I searched through the bible seeking a scripture to dwell on for the day. I am actually doing a Romans study with Mike Pearl from nogreaterjoy.org, however I really like to dwell on a Proverbs scripture each day. I find Proverbs to be a great book for me and the children to memorize.

I do not drink coffee, so I usually wait until about 7:45 to start it. I want it to be fresh when Jeff comes in each morning.

Ladies, are you praying for your husband on a regular basis? I want to take this time to remember the one that goes to work each and everyday and makes it possible (financially) for you to be home with those babies. Now don't get me wrong. I do give God credit for all of the good that comes into our lives and home. But, continue praying for that husband of yours. Continue asking God to lead, guide, and bless your husband. Does he have an addiction that needs to be broken? My husband does. He is having a hard time trying to stop smoking. I am praying that that bond will be broken by my Heavenly Father. I know He can, and I'm waiting on my prayers to be answered.

Are you praying for you children? I am asking God to be preparing a spouse for my children. Like it or not, there will be a season in their life where you will be glad you prayed for a prepared spouse for them. Ask God to guide you in you training. It is so easy to get off track with our training. Ask God to make you a better wife, mother, christian woman, aunt, sister, grandmother, ect. God just wants you to ASK!!

It's almost 7:15 and I still have several things to do before Jeff gets home. I am going to pull the refrigerator out and clean under it....sweep and mop. Then, later, I am going to pull the washer and dryer out and clean under them. I am going to drap the kids in on that, though.

My Shelfari Bookshelf

My New Favorite Poem

The Wreckers of Homes

The Prince of the legions of darkness was sitting ensconced on his teetering throne,Awaiting an army of specialized demons whose job was the wrecking of homes.They were due to report on the war they had waged, and soon they came canteringhither;From the four winds they came, the demons and imps, from yon and afar and fromthither.“Report!” barked the Prince. One by one they came forward-and told of the homesthey had wrecked, wantonly, shamelessly splitting them up with a pitiless,morbid effect.“I drove the wedges,” said Jealousy slyly, a shriveled black imp with a glare,“I invaded their thoughts with satanical skill. It’s a cinch when I break up a pair.”: Oh, yeah!” sneered Mistrust, “I am far more effective. I sit on their shoulders andwhisper.I perch there, for instance, and say to the wife, “He’s a teller of tales, is your mister.”Next I say he’s a liar, then say he’s unfaithful, then I say: “You just watch him a bit,”And before very long she sees all kinds of things, And I prod her to tell him ‘I quit.’”“Ha! You are not half as successful as I!” Infidelity said with a grin,“You are merely a Doubt, but I am The Deed, I’ve got medals to prove that I win.”“Ho, ho!” laughed Old Alcohol, veteran demon, “You’d seldom have won but for me!I take special delight in breaking up homes,” he chuckled with hideous glee.Up piped an imp, Carnal Courtship by name, “If it were not for me...” (and he cackled)“If I had not got them all started off wrong, you big shots would feel mightyshackled.”Boredom and Laziness, Incident Nagger and Cruelty all took their turn.Spite made a hit, and Hatred another, with tales that would make your ears burn.“Did you get them ALL?” roared the Prince from his throne. They were allshamefaced, and suddenly still. They shriveled in silence and trembled withterror, appearing dejected and ill.“Report!” the Prince thundered. “What have you to say?” One quivered, “You simplydon’t knowWhat it’s like in some homes. We are demons of darkness and simply can’t getthrough The Glow.”“What glow?” screamed the Ruler. “We don’t know just what,” said the imp with atremulous grin,For one thing, they start off the day with a prayer – and that kind, well, it’s hard to getin.”“Pshaw!” said the Prince. “It is true,” countered jealousy. “O you don’t know howI’ve tried.I have pounded their ears. I have battered their brains, but I had to get out e’re I died.The moment I come to the husband or wife they call on the One – you know Who –And He comes, and I haven’t a chance in the world! In that case, Prince, just whatwould you do?”“And I, sir,” said Hatred, “have neither a chance, not a ghost of a chance I say,When a fool keeps whispering to his wife, ‘I love you more every day!’”“You can’t say that I haven’t tried,” pouted anger. “Sometimes I’ll even get in;And just when I think I am winning the battle, they jump up and call me a sin.”“I,” said Old Laziness, lolling around, “If Hatred can’t do it, why bother!For with Love in the way, those husbands and wives do nothing but slave for eachother.”“And I,” mumbled Boredom, “I know Who’s at fault, it’s that FOE Who again isalive!They sing about Him and they talk about Him, and I haven’t a chance to survive.”Carnal Courtship crouched low so the prince of the ranks would forget that he evenwas there.He spied him in spite of it. “Carnal,” Prince roared, “Why did you not tempt everypair?”“I tried!” quivered Carnal, “but what can you do? Some won’t even bite. Somerepent,And the Enemy comes and He chases you out; and, sir, when HE sends, you areSENT!”“Are there many homes left where we haven’t a foothold?” the prince of thespecialists queried.“Quite a few,” sighed the imps. “They are simply impervious. They have left us allweakened and wearied. Those marriages last, O twenty-five years! It’s acinch that they last for life.They get harder and harder and harder to wreck – those homes where the husband andwifeHave Yahushua at the head, and they all pray together, are submissive and loving and true:And frankly, we’ll tell you, to break up that kind is more than we demons can do!”